Chapter 58: Decorating Molly

-Molly's POV-

I wasn't sure if I would be able to move, and I was almost proud when my feet managed to take me toward Scott's bed. I had sat on it while I was waiting for him, my mind racing with all the possibilities of what could happen when Scott finally made it here.
I did not doubt that whatever he had planned would be just as good as what was in my head.
Laying down on the bed, I watched him closely as he sauntered over toward me. His eyes swept over my body as his sexy lips turned up in a cocky smile. I could see his mind working behind that sultry gaze, and I could almost read what he was thinking.
He reached under the mattress by the headboard and pulled out a velcro strap. Holding my gaze, he grabbed my wrist and wrapped the strap around it, pulling it tightly. He repeated the same action on the other side, then on my legs.
As soon as he was done, I pulled experimentally on them just to see if I could break free. I wasn't shocked that they were securely fastened, tight enough that I couldn't break them but loose enough that they wouldn't hurt me.
I was tied down to the bed and at his complete mercy.
"You look absolutely beautiful like this, baby girl," Scott said softly. "How are you doing? Are you okay?"
I took a moment to think through everything I was feeling. I should have been worried that I was helpless to Scott. But I wasn't. Whatever fear or worry I had just added to the excitement of the moment, and I wouldn't have wanted to be free if he'd offered.
I nodded slowly.
"Use your voice, baby girl. I want to hear it," Scott told me.
"Yes, Master," I whispered. "I'm fine."
"Good girl, little sub," he purred.
Scott reached into a drawer on the bedside table, pulled out a small velvet back, and then dumped its contents onto the bed next to me.
I tried to lift my head and see what he had, but even when I finally managed to catch sight of them, I couldn't have named all of them. I did recognize a tiny vibrator sitting next to a plain pink remote. The other items looked like various kinds of odd clips, with only the clothespins that seemed recognizable to me.
"What... what are those?" I asked hesitantly.
"Ahhh... I'm shocked that this wasn't something we came upon in the club. Then again, you had other things on your mind," Scott commented with a wicked laugh.
"I do seem to recall you had me rather occupied," I replied breathlessly as the memory sent heat rushing through me.
"Yes, I did. Either way, these things are different kinds of nipple clamps," Scott explained as he held up a pair that looked rather nasty.
My stomach flipped with a combination of anxiety and excitement. Just the thought of having those wicked-looking things on my sensitive nipples would hurt... but the thought still excited me. I had vaguely heard of nipple clamps, but I had never seen them. They had sounded interesting, but now, I was dying to find out what they felt like.
"You are going to use those on me?" I asked, my voice a husky combination of challenge and hope.
"Yes, baby girl, I'm going to use these on you. Do you remember your safeword?" he asked as he ran a finger down my face to one distended nipple.
I gasped softly, feeling the tingles sweep across my skin. What was the question Scott had asked? I thought to myself. It took a second for my foggy brain to understand what he had asked me.
"Yes, Master," I reassured him.
He tweaked my nipple and chuckled at my whimper. "Good girl. If this becomes too much, I expect you to say it. Do you understand?" Scott pressed.
"Yes, Master," I whimpered out.
"Good girl," he replied.
Anything else I would have said was lost in a high cry as Scott swooped in and took my nipple into his mouth. I tugged at my restraints in desperation to hold him there. His mouth felt amazing on my body, each lick and tug sending a sharp lash of pleasure straight to my core.
"Fuck!" I cried, arching my back.
"Mmmm, I love it when those words spill out of your mouth," Scott murmured against my breasts as he moved to the next nipple.
I jerked against him uncontrollably. Well, as much as I could with the restraints holding me down. I begged and pleaded with him for more, to let me go, for anything. But Scott just laughed and finally pulled back to look down at me.
"Perfect," he purred before grabbing the first clamp. "Hold on tight, little sub. It's gonna get more intense here."
He pulled on the first nipple and slid the clamp over it before slowly tightening it. The pressure grew and grew until I felt the bite of pain, and a cry fell from my lips. The moment I winced, he backed it off. There was no way I was not going to notice it, but the pain was not unbearable.
"Mmmm, you took that one well," Scott praised.
He put the other clamp on just as slowly and seductively, then sat back for a moment as he stared at what he had done.
"Even more beautiful, my dear. I love decorating my subs," Scott murmured as he caressed each engorged nipple with the rough pad of his finger.
"Master," I whispered. "Please...."
"Patience, my sweet little sub. You'll get what you need soon," Scott placated me.
He lifted up the small vibrator and remote, looking it over for a moment before flipping it through its setting. He finally settled on the lowest setting and then moved between my legs.
"I would say open wide... but..." he chuckled teasingly.
"Really?" I snapped at him. "You have me tied to the bed, these clamps on my nipples, making me one step short of crazy, and you're still teasing me?"
Scott's eyes jerked to mine, and there was a look of displeasure on his face.
"Watch your tone, Molly. Or you will find your evening less pleasant than I had in mind," Scott warned me. "I do not wish to spend your first night back punishing you."
I growled in frustration and let my head flop back on the pillows. I didn't want to risk punishment, either. But this was insanely frustrating, and it was all too obvious that I wouldn't get any mercy from Scott.
Especially if I continued to sass him.
I took a deep breath and pushed my need to bite back. At some point, I had to understand I was at Scott's mercy and accept it.
"Yes, Master," I replied through gritted teeth.
It didn't help my mood that Scott chuckled again. I took several deep breaths, feeling the air move in and out of my lungs. Each movement made the clamps that much more obvious and made me wetter.
"You'll be alright, my dear," Scott reassured me with contrived sympathy.
I wasn't sure if I actually believed him or not.
Scott's hand moved between my legs and gave the bared lips of my pussy a feather-light caress. I hissed in a breath, wondering how I could be so sensitive.
No, I wasn't extra sensitive. The feeling of being pinned down and the weight of the clamps made me feel everything more. Scott spread my netherlips apart, and before I could catch my breath again, the gentle vibration of the toy was pressed directly on top of my aching clit.
My hips jerked upward as far as the restraints would let me.
"Oh! God!" I moaned.
Scott chuckled, then moved the toy to circle the sides of my sweet nub, bumping it but never touching it directly.
"Oh! Fuck! Please, please, please, Master!" I cried.
Scott reached up and tweaked one of the clamps. The combination of sweet pleasure and pain sent my need spiking through the roof.
"You beg me so well when you're getting close," Scott purred in approval.
He slid the toy down until it sat on the edge of my dripping wet hole. Pushing it further inside me, he bent down and lavished my clit with attention. His tongue and mouth took turns licking and sucking at the sensitive nub. I jerked against the restraints and tried desperately to get closer to him.
But Scott was in complete control, and no matter what I did, he would only do as he wanted. The only thing I could do was plead with him to give me what I needed so badly.
The pleasure spiked, then rolled and slammed through my veins. The coil inside me wound tighter and tighter until I thought I was going to implode. Slowly, Scott pressed the toy inside me, and the vibrations grew stronger suddenly. I felt it throughout my body before I realized it was just me shaking eagerly. Scott pressed the toy all the way in, and his mouth sucked hard on my clit.
An instant before the coil snapped and the pleasure flooded my body, Scott reached up and tweaked the clamp again. The spike of pain caused the pleasure to burn even hotter as it pumped through me.
I screamed Scott's name, hearing it echo back to me as I jerked against the restraints.